My Bestfriend Brother 2

 Lila's POV

  "Trying to calm down," he rasped, voice strained, but he rocked forward, rubbing his dick against the curve of my ass as I half-turned toward the sink, the friction desperate, seeking relief but stoking the fire higher.

 I gasped, the pressure sending jolts straight to my core, wetness pooling in my shorts.

 Not forceful... just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries.

 My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank.

 "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts.

 Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.

 He couldn't hold back. Hands gripped my hips firm, spinning me to face the mirror, body pinning mine from behind.

 "Need this... need you," he growled, yanking my shorts down in a rough slide, cool air hitting my bare ass and slick folds.

 His own shorts shoved low, cock springing free, hot, veined, the head nudging between my cheeks. He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder.

 I arched instinctive, ass pressing back, showing the size, long, girthy, making my pussy clench empty.

 "Fuck.. Lila, so wet," he gasped for air, one of his hands grabbed my hair to turn my face, his lips were on my neck, dropping wet kisses going down to my shoulder, he was sucking really hard.

 Liquid pleasure was flowing through my veins at a lightning pace;

 I grabbed the sink with my hand, a soft moan escaped my mouth as his dick rubbed harder against me, slightly opening my folds, the glans was hitting my clit with each move.

 "Ahhh... just like that... but we can't," I whimpered, but my hips wiggled impatient, grinding back to feel more.

 He sprinkled pre-cum over my skin like saliva, the slick making the rub obscene, his free hand slipping under my tank to mouth my breast, squeezing full, thumb circling the nipple rough.

 "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." I moaned uncontrollably quiet, core releasing more fluid, coating his length as it slid through my folds, parting them open wider.

 Tension peaked; he pressed forward, the head breaching my entrance, trying to thrust in forcefully, the stretch burning sudden and deep.

 "Yes... take it," he grunted, hips snapping to bury Pain flared, mixing with the ache, but reality crashed. "No... Jax, stop!" I cried, twisting away, pulling up my shorts with trembling hands.

 He froze, cock throbbing against my thigh, slick with my juices, eyes wide with lust and instant regret. "Shit! Lila, I... fuck, sorry."

 He stepped back, hands raised, breathing ragged, shoving himself back into his shorts with visible effort.

 The bathroom spun, mirror fogged with our heat, my core clenching empty, body screaming for what words denied.

 He raked a hand through his hair, leaning against the wall, eyes locking on mine, piercing, knowing, the drunk haze sharpening to clarity. "Lila, I know you have a crush on me.

 You think I don't see? How your eyes draw to my body, specially my cock... stealing looks during Mia's visits, lingering now."

 His voice dropped low, dirty edge lacing the words, a smirk tugging despite the tension.

 "It's time. Take it nicely, otherwise I won't let you touch me. Even if you fall in love with me." The ultimatum hung heavy, challenge in his green stare, his hardness still tenting obviously, promising what I'd craved in secret.

 Heat flooded my face, exposed, the crush laid bare. Situation's doing, or mine?

 The pull was too strong; I stepped closer, hand reaching out tentative, palming his cock through the fabric, feeling it pulse, thick and ready.

 "You... cocky bastard," I breathed, but desire won. Turning, I pressed against him deliberate now, rubbing slow circles to show the sign yes, I wanted it, grinding the curve over his length, shorts barrier thin.

 "Like this? Feel how big?" I whispered, wiggling hips impatient, the friction teasing my clit, wetness soaking through.

 "Fuck... yes, just like that," he rasped, hands gripping my waist to guide the ride, his cock throbbing under the pressure.

 Tension snapped fully; he yanked my shorts down again, freeing himself to slide raw between my cheeks, rubbing desperate along my slick pussy.

 I rode back harder, ass enveloping him, showing the girth, stretching the space, making me ache deeper.

 "Your pussy's begging... unlock it," he growled, one hand under my tank, grasping my breast rough, jiggling it as I ground. Intimacy raw, breaths mingling hot, the bathroom echoing soft moans.

 He couldn't wait. Spinning me, he lifted me against the wall, bathroom door banging for cover, my legs wrapping his waist instinctive, tank shoved up, breasts spilling free.

 His cock aligned, thrusting in deep, no force now, but desperate, filling me in one slick slide, walls stretching around the size.

 "Ahhh... Jax... so big!" I moaned, pain and pleasure blooming as he fucked harder, hips snapping relentless against the plaster, pinning me with each pound, nonstop, senseless, the room shaking with wet slaps.

 "Take it... crush slut, ride brother's cock nice," he growled dirty, bouncing me on the length, hands under my ass to drop me full, hitting deep.

 I rode mid-air, grinding down to feel every inch, clit rubbing his base.

 "Harder... yes, unlock me!" Pleasure coiled tight; his mouth latched on my breast, sucking harsh, tongue battling the nipple while thrusting. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh."

 I moaned uncontrollable, core flooding slick around him. His fingers slid to my folds from below, parting wider, thumb circling clit rough as he pounded.

 "Oh yeah... harder... harder.. fuck me senseless!" I hollered hushed, arching my back against the wall, legs tightening.

 Jax increased pace, cock pumping deeper inside my core, the size battering that spot relentless. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh... yes!"

 I screamed muffled into his shoulder, walls clenching tight as orgasm ripped through, milking him hard.

 He groaned, thrusts erratic, flooding deep, hot cum wrapping my insides, but he didn't stop, rubbing the head on my clit post-release for more friction, senseless need driving him back in.

 Spun us to the bedroom, door kicked shut he dropped me on the bed, but no pause: missionary now, legs over shoulders for deeper angle, fucking harder, desperate.

 "Never enough... your pussy's the key, always hard again." Sweat slicked us, positions blurring... wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop.

 Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime."

 Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.

 By dawn, spent and cum-wrapped, he whispered against my neck, "Anytime now, Lila. Crush unlocked."